First, to you lovely dollfaces, thanks so much for your concern re: my churning tummy. I know I am a sucky-sucky-poo-poo, and I went overboard on the feeling sorry for myself, but in truth, I haven't been ill, really upset-stomach-sleep-9/10ths-of-a-day ill in over a decade. Migrainy-headaches that needed to be slept off, yes, but this? Almost foreign to me. And I, quite seriously, had no idea what to do with myself. It's true: people who are used to being healthy? Make the WORST sick people ever.
Not really eating for four days made my ass disappear. I'm doing things that involve donuts and french fries to rectify the situation.
And talking about food, I want to introduce you to the clay charm-based necklaces of Pancake Meow.
I would very much like to have a scented (SCENTED!) mini PB&J sandwich hanging about my neck.
And I know a certain Creampuff who, I think, deserves one of these wee donuts:
I think it's a mixed blessing that most of Leslie's pieces are out of stock, or I'd have a mountain of cuteness headed to my mailbox. And really, who can handle that in the middle of winter?
PS: Richa, parenthood be damned! Email me, you stinker.
Monday, January 29, 2007
I Woke Up, Appetite Returned!
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I emailed! I emailed!
Cutest donuts EVER!!
Glad you're feeling better. I ate some cake for you.
I feel like the responses to this post are pretty much the most excellent things ever. High school friend has emailed me, and not taken offense to being called stinky, and Rose is eating cake and thinking about my ass. Or perhaps I am projecting.
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